Alyssa Brooks-- Restrain Me

EXCERPT from Restrain Me, the first in the Bottoms Up series
available Wednesday July 1st

"I smell you, you know. Smell how aroused you are. How aroused I've made you."

Once again she hissed in a breath at his words. It made him want to talk dirtier to her, to see how far he could push her. Push himself. "Did the ropes do that, I wonder? Do you like being bound and at my mercy? Knowing I can put my dick in you any time I decide? Or did you like me slicing off your clothes? Giving you no choice but to remain naked and—"

"You're still dressed!" she shot back, and his nostrils flared at the pungent scent of sex her pussy exuded, his heart lurching at the heated passion in her voice. Heat that was reflected in the growing fire before him.

The kindling and smaller limbs had burned swiftly, transformed into glowing orange coals. He picked up a couple of medium-sized logs and put them on top, stirring the coals beneath even though it wasn't necessary—the new logs lit almost instantly.

"And I'm going to stay this way until I decide otherwise." If his erection didn't strain a hole right through his jeans.

Crouched before the stove, he felt the full force of the fire. Bo lifted his cowboy hat, brushed his forearm across his sweating hairline and tossed his hat on the table behind him. He leaned to the side, filtered through the wood box and added yet another log on top of the crackling flames.

"Shouldn't you be wearing gloves?"

"Gloves are for sissies," he said, referring to her comment the night before about the previous men she'd dated.

She moaned and Bo wondered if the ropes were too tight, if her arms hurt. If he was taking things too far, too fast. Just before his conscience took over and persuaded him to change his mind and cut her free, she added, "That's very macho of you."

Every one of his hesitations went up in smoke. "That's me, a macho man."

Bo leaned over to retrieve something from a hook near the sink. Ignoring how his arm shook, he deliberately placed it in the fire, pushed the metal end deep into the glowing coals.

"What's that? What are you doing?"

From somewhere, he manufactured a casual shrug, "Waiting on you to tell me what fantasies lurk beneath that prim exterior. What erotic secrets you've kept to yourself. Until now."

He didn't have to use it, he told himself, still staring at the glowing coals split by the black metal design. Didn't have to take things that far...

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		Back to Extras EXCERPT from Restrain Me, the first in the Bottoms Up series available Wednesday July 1st "I smell you, you know. Smell how aroused you are. How aroused I've made you." Once again she hissed in a breath at his words. It made him want to talk dirtier to her, to see how far he could push her. Push himself. "Did the ropes do that, I wonder? Do you like being bound and at my mercy? Knowing I can put my dick in you any time I decide? Or did you like me slicing off your clothes? Giving you no choice but to remain naked and—" "You're still dressed!" she shot back, and his nostrils flared at the pungent scent of sex her pussy exuded, his heart lurching at the heated passion in her voice. Heat that was reflected in the growing fire before him. The kindling and smaller limbs had burned swiftly, transformed into glowing orange coals. He picked up a couple of medium-sized logs and put them on top, stirring the coals beneath even though it wasn't necessary—the new logs lit almost instantly. "And I'm going to stay this way until I decide otherwise." If his erection didn't strain a hole right through his jeans. Crouched before the stove, he felt the full force of the fire. Bo lifted his cowboy hat, brushed his forearm across his sweating hairline and tossed his hat on the table behind him. He leaned to the side, filtered through the wood box and added yet another log on top of the crackling flames. "Shouldn't you be wearing gloves?" "Gloves are for sissies," he said, referring to her comment the night before about the previous men she'd dated. She moaned and Bo wondered if the ropes were too tight, if her arms hurt. If he was taking things too far, too fast. Just before his conscience took over and persuaded him to change his mind and cut her free, she added, "That's very macho of you." Every one of his hesitations went up in smoke. "That's me, a macho man." Bo leaned over to retrieve something from a hook near the sink. Ignoring how his arm shook, he deliberately placed it in the fire, pushed the metal end deep into the glowing coals. "What's that? What are you doing?" From somewhere, he manufactured a casual shrug, "Waiting on you to tell me what fantasies lurk beneath that prim exterior. What erotic secrets you've kept to yourself. Until now." He didn't have to use it, he told himself, still staring at the glowing coals split by the black metal design. Didn't have to take things that far... TOP Website Design by Crocodesigns \|\| © Copyright 2006 Alyssa Brooks. All rights reserved.